23 Even if it fails a thousand times

Pan Lang took the basketball and patted it on the ground a few times. His soft hair fell down and was almost golden by the street lamp. The corners of his mouth hooked gently, showing a smile and snow-white and neat teeth. He turned his head and asked, "Where to throw? The three-point line is still the free throw line."

A ominous foreboding rose in Tina's heart and said, "Just the free throw line."

Pan Lang nodded and took off in place between the free throw line and the three-point line. He held the ball above his head and threw it in both hands. The action was like running water in one go. Under the attention of everyone, the basketball crossed a curved curve, reached the top of the basket, and fell accurately through the frame.

Everyone was stunned by his skillful and beautiful skills, but Pan Lang accelerated to the basket at the moment he threw the basketball. The snow-white figure walked like the wind, swung up the basketball on the ground, turned around and dribbled the ball to the free throw line, and made a sharp ground again, and went hollow into the basket.

The group of teenagers playing basketball also stared at Pan Lang's performance as stunned as Tina. His vigorous and powerful body was full of explosive power. With the rapid movement of the shooting, the people watching were dazzled and dazzled. They jumped off the free throw line where they received the ball. There was no dead angle at 180 degrees. The basketball was Falling into the basketball box.

Tina covered her mouth incredulously. Pan Lang had stopped and said, "It's your turn to catch the ball."

The basketball crossed the accurate arc and passed it to Tina. Pan Lang bent down and held his knees with his hands. The shiny sweat dripped down his handsome face. His chest was slightly undulating, but his beautiful eyes flashed with a dazzling look. Tina's heart suffocated and asked, "What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?"

Pan Lang looked at her, with an indescribable look in his bright eyes, and said slowly, "Did Tina tell you that I can't shoot? You just thought of gambling on this, but I've been practicing hard for a long time, and I'm just going to surprise her."

He looked up at the sky. If she had turned into one of the stars in the sky, she must have seen it just now.

She was really surprised.

Tina held her heart in her hand to comfort its frightened little rhythm.

Tina's face was bitter, but she couldn't give up. Regardless of her own face, she also had to take care of the face of the H women's basketball team she once played for. She skillfully dribbled the ball to the free throw line facing the basket. She saw a group of teenagers holding their arms and watching the game next to her. Her face was full of sympathy. Ten into ten, invited the NBA's immortals. It may not be at this level at any time.

No matter what she is betting on, I'm afraid there is no hope.

Tina stood on the free throw line, gently patted the basketball a few times, turned her hand and held the basketball in her hand, and then looked at the nose, looked at the heart, and calmed down. She solemnly raised the basketball and threw it into the basket in the distance.

With a smooth arc in her hand, Tina was relieved and then saw that the basketball lost its strength at a distance from the basket and fell down softly.

Tina covered her eyes and didn't touch it. She couldn't wait to find a seam to get in.

The group of teenagers covered their eyes unbearably. Tina howled in her heart and could only walk over and pick up the basketball.

Her memory still stays on the dominant women's basketball field on campus, but she forgets that it was many years ago, and she is not Tina now, and she has greatly shrunk from height to arm length.

Tina's bitter face and calmed down. She didn't dare to ask for Pan Lang to be as handsome as the hollow basket. She just wanted to hit the basket safely. She tried to find the feeling of shooting a long time ago. With a touch of the ground, the basketball hit the long box on the rebound and bounced into the basket.

Tina calmed down and began to throw the ball according to the state just now.

Ten balls were shot quickly, ten to four. Pan Lang looked at her. His dark eyes were emotionless and said calmly, "You lost."

He picked up the small cowboy bag on the ground, and the street lamp pulled his shadow slenderly. He walked straight out of the basketball court.

"Not yet," Tina ran over, grabbed his arm and said, "I haven't lost yet. I mean to bet on the shot. I didn't say that everyone has a few chances. I was just practicing just now.

She herself felt quite shameless when she said such scoundrel words, but she must not let him go like this. It doesn't matter if she loses everything that belongs to Tina, but she wants to keep Pan Lang, who has been dependent on each other for so many years. It doesn't matter if you can't recognize each other, as long as you can look at him every day and make sure that he can have a brilliant and successful future.

Pan Lang was stunned for a moment, and Junyi's eyebrows seemed to show a trace of helplessness and trouble. Tina gently took his arm and shook it. Her big black and white eyes looked at him and kept pleading, "Give me a few opportunities, just give me a few more chances."

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The group of teenagers watching the battle on the side began to watch with a joking attitude, but gradually the ground became serious.

Under the orange and yellow street lights, there have been no pedestrians on the street, and the sound of the earth is still coming from the basketball court. The woman in a luxurious dress and high heels is shooting continuously, and may have thrown hundreds of basketballs.

Finally, she was unable to run around to pick up the ball, so she took off her high heels and ran barefoot on the court to pick up the ball. The group of teenagers were soft and couldn't stand it, so they stopped her and asked her if she would like to change into sneakers, but she looked at the pair of basketball shoes as big as a boat, and still shook her head and refused with a smile. .

Tina raised her arms and tried to throw another ball. Her arms were sore that she couldn't lift it. Ten into eight. Is this her limit? The key is that she is getting less and less strong. After throwing a ten into eight, the data declined and seemed to be back to the beginning.

She had no time to watch Pan Lang's expression, only that it was enough for him to stand straight there.

She was worried that once she looked back at Pan Lang, he would ask her to stop the game.

She continued to throw a ball, but she grabbed it forward and knelt on the ground.

Sweat kept pouring out of her body, as if she was washing the sauna. Tina wanted to stand up with her hands on the ground, but found that her arms were as soft as noodles, and she couldn't help smiling bitterly.

Those teenagers looked at her thin figure kneeling down there and secretly clenched their fists. Shit, that man is too useless. The girls work so hard. Even if they let her, what's wrong with coaxing her? What if I cry in a hurry for a while?

Their eyes on Pan Lang were full of misforth. The handsome young man in white stood in the darkness that could not be illuminated by the light. No one knew whether his heart had suffered the same impact.

He quietly glanced at the woman who knelt down on the basketball court, and his heart was full of astringency. He didn't even say hello with a cowboy bag. He turned around and wanted to walk out of the basketball court.

The group of teenagers couldn't stand it. A teenager ran to Pan Lang, stood in front of him, pushed his shoulder, and said horizontally, "Are you a man? Are you a man? Are you a girl like that? What can you let me do?"

Other teenagers also ran over, stopped in front of him, and said, "Does she like you? How rare such a good girl is. Why don't you comfort her?"

Pan Lang was stunned, and a faint embarrassment appeared on his handsome face.

He didn't expect her to be like this. She just wanted to help him, didn't she? Why make herself so miserable?

She and he are just strangers, aren't they? Why stay with you?

It's not more relaxed and free to be alone. He doesn't know what she is insisting on, and he doesn't want to know.

The group of teenagers saw that Pan Lang was silent, but they were even more indignant. The first teenager who spoke was extremely unhappy. He gritted his teeth and punched Pan Lang's face.

Pan Lang stepped back and dodged his attack, but his expression became fierce. The group of teenagers surrounded him.

Pan Lang gritted his teeth, clenched his cowboy bag, and was ready to deal with the group fight.

"Enough, thank you." Tina maintained the posture just now. It was not that she didn't want to get up, but that she was indeed weak. She turned around with great effort. Her crystal jade-like face was full of sweat, and there was no tear in her proud and confident eyes. She shouted loudly to the place where the crowd gathered, "Thank you, but I never used this way. Keep someone and let him go."

Everyone was shocked. They thought she knelt there and cried. Unexpectedly, she was so strong and able to show such a bright smile.

They raised their eyebrows and stared at Pan Lang fiercely, but gradually dispersed.

Pan Lang paused for a moment and continued to walk forward without stopping.

Tina's face was full of unyielding persistence and continued to shout, "Pan Lang, you go, but I want you to remember that this bet counts. Isn't it just shooting? I will practice hard. I will find you again and compete with you. Even if I fail a thousand times, I will definitely beat you the 101st time.